The poetical works of Edgar Allan Poe, with a prefatory notice, by J. Skipsey1885 - 288 من الصفحات |
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... night , so trembled from afar , What could there be more purely bright in Truth's day- star ? " I am not afraid of being misunderstood here by the pure in soul , and all who read the poet's poems are too much struck by their purity and ...
... night , so trembled from afar , What could there be more purely bright in Truth's day- star ? " I am not afraid of being misunderstood here by the pure in soul , and all who read the poet's poems are too much struck by their purity and ...
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... night . His enemies , of course , ascribe his death to his having taken an excessive quantity of alcoholic stimulants ; the Baltimoreans , however , may be quite as right who ascribe it to foul play . So ended the career of the finest ...
... night . His enemies , of course , ascribe his death to his having taken an excessive quantity of alcoholic stimulants ; the Baltimoreans , however , may be quite as right who ascribe it to foul play . So ended the career of the finest ...
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... Night's Plutonian Shore . ” And this spell , as sweet as it is potent , from whence proceeds it , if not from a music which at once emanates from and reflects a feeling that has its roots in the very bottom of the poet's soul ? The ...
... Night's Plutonian Shore . ” And this spell , as sweet as it is potent , from whence proceeds it , if not from a music which at once emanates from and reflects a feeling that has its roots in the very bottom of the poet's soul ? The ...
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... Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore- Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore ! " Quoth the Raven , " Nevermore . " Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear dis- course 46 THE RAVEN .
... Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore- Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore ! " Quoth the Raven , " Nevermore . " Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear dis- course 46 THE RAVEN .
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... Night's Plutonian shore ! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken ! -quit the bust above my door ! Take thy beak from out my heart , and take thy form from off my door ! " Quoth ...
... Night's Plutonian shore ! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken ! -quit the bust above my door ! Take thy beak from out my heart , and take thy form from off my door ! " Quoth ...
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Al Aaraaf ALESSANDRA amid angels ANNABEL LEE BALDAZZAR beauty bells beneath bosom breath bright CASTIGLIONE censer countenance dark death deep didst divine draperies dream Earth ebony EDGAR ALLAN POE Edgar Poe excitement eyes fair fancy feel fell flowers gentle ghastly glance glory golden hath Haunted Palace heard heart Heaven Israfel JACINTA JOSEPH SKIPSEY lady LALAGE length Lenore Ligeia light lips long poem maiden melody moon murmur never Nevermore night o'er odours palace passion pause Philosophy of Composition poet poet's poetic Poetic Principle POLITIAN Quoth the Raven Raven Robert Moffat Rowena sentiment shadow sigh silent sleep smile solemn song sorrow soul sound speak spirit stars stood strange sure sweet tears terror thee thine things thou art thou hast thought thro throne truth Ulalume unto Usher utter voice wild wind wings words young
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الصفحة 51 - thy God hath lent thee— by these angels he hath sent thee Respite — respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore !" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore.
الصفحة 75 - For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee ; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee...
الصفحة 233 - During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country; and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher.
الصفحة 66 - Thus I pacified Psyche and kissed her, And tempted her out of her gloom, And conquered her scruples and gloom; And we passed to the end of the vista, But were stopped by the door of a tomb, By the door of a legended tomb; And I said — "What is written, sweet sister, On the door of this legended tomb ? " She replied — "Ulalume — Ulalume — T is the vault of thy lost Ulalume!
الصفحة 53 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore...
الصفحة 88 - By a route obscure and lonely, Haunted by ill angels only, Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT, On a black throne reigns upright, I have reached these lands but newly From an ultimate dim Thule — From a wild weird clime that lieth, sublime, Out of SPACE — out of TIME.
الصفحة 63 - The skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crisped and sere — The leaves they were withering and sere; It was night in the lonesome October Of my most immemorial year...
الصفحة 45 - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door — "'Tis some visitor, "I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
الصفحة 101 - Death has reared himself a throne In a strange city lying alone Far down within the dim West, Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best Have gone to their eternal rest. There shrines and palaces and towers (Time-eaten towers that tremble not) Resemble nothing that is ours. Around, by lifting winds forgot, Resignedly beneath the sky The melancholy waters lie.
الصفحة 75 - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we, Of many far wiser than we; And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Anabel Lee: For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee...